Battle of The Bands
hilarious.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Monday, October 16, 2006
it's been ages since my last post. much has happened. here are some excuses, off the top of my head:
i've been secretive
i've been lazy
i've been disinterested
i've been busy living
i woke up one morning and realised that i've been hypnotised into think that this, my secret identity, is actually my real life, and i'm actually buffy the VS, only now stuck in a world where there are no vampires (that vary in realistic-ness in proportion to the fluctuations of the budget for my show) to beat up with sass and style and worst still, NO SPIKE TO HAVE SIZZLING BANTER AND FATAL BUT STEAMY BRAWLS WITH!
and again i may i have revealed too much. eks.
but while we are on the topic, the biggest beef i had about BtVS was that in seven seasons that spanned over seven years, SMG could not find the time to learn how to throw a convincing punch. nevermind that her kicks are badass, owing mostly to gymnestic (nevermind the spelling) most probably. its just so basic, and simple, and vastly within their budget to get a trainer to gently break it to her that her daintly mini jabs lack any force or form, not to mention credibility, and then whip her into a believably athletic shape. i mean, just look at Eliza Dushku. i may whine about my figure, but i don't think stick thin is gorgeous either. plus Faith had a real nose.
so it's as if the last post of mortifying intensity has dried the well, murdered the muse, strangled all sordid delight and misplaced my willingness to do like barney and sharity and be overly generous with all my willy nilly business, and then be mocked, only unlike them, i won't be accused of being gay and premature, respectively.
lighter stuff:
remember the lounge pants i made from a superman tee shirt?
i saw this man's tee at hottopic.com, for US$3.50 (about S$10 after shipping and etc), and was thrown into serious internal strife. i needed soo bad to get the tee and make it into the rudest, most badass pants i would ever make, in the entire lifetime of my oft-pricked fingers.
here is the tee.
you should be happy for me i (barely) resisted. the above mentioned fingers tingled and twitched as wicked spasms flooded my mind, along with images of the mingled horror, amusement, grudging admiration and bemusement on the faces of my dearests.
school term begins later. surprisingly mixed feelings on it, now that its here. definitely not exactly what i gripped with adiel and eunice about at arab st while we had a grand time on friday, camwhored, shisha-ed, chilled, yakked and gossiped.
pics are being too lazy to go upload and edit themselves yet.
ta, miho.
i've been secretive
i've been lazy
i've been disinterested
i've been busy living
i woke up one morning and realised that i've been hypnotised into think that this, my secret identity, is actually my real life, and i'm actually buffy the VS, only now stuck in a world where there are no vampires (that vary in realistic-ness in proportion to the fluctuations of the budget for my show) to beat up with sass and style and worst still, NO SPIKE TO HAVE SIZZLING BANTER AND FATAL BUT STEAMY BRAWLS WITH!
and again i may i have revealed too much. eks.
but while we are on the topic, the biggest beef i had about BtVS was that in seven seasons that spanned over seven years, SMG could not find the time to learn how to throw a convincing punch. nevermind that her kicks are badass, owing mostly to gymnestic (nevermind the spelling) most probably. its just so basic, and simple, and vastly within their budget to get a trainer to gently break it to her that her daintly mini jabs lack any force or form, not to mention credibility, and then whip her into a believably athletic shape. i mean, just look at Eliza Dushku. i may whine about my figure, but i don't think stick thin is gorgeous either. plus Faith had a real nose.
so it's as if the last post of mortifying intensity has dried the well, murdered the muse, strangled all sordid delight and misplaced my willingness to do like barney and sharity and be overly generous with all my willy nilly business, and then be mocked, only unlike them, i won't be accused of being gay and premature, respectively.
lighter stuff:
remember the lounge pants i made from a superman tee shirt?
i saw this man's tee at hottopic.com, for US$3.50 (about S$10 after shipping and etc), and was thrown into serious internal strife. i needed soo bad to get the tee and make it into the rudest, most badass pants i would ever make, in the entire lifetime of my oft-pricked fingers.
here is the tee.
you should be happy for me i (barely) resisted. the above mentioned fingers tingled and twitched as wicked spasms flooded my mind, along with images of the mingled horror, amusement, grudging admiration and bemusement on the faces of my dearests.
school term begins later. surprisingly mixed feelings on it, now that its here. definitely not exactly what i gripped with adiel and eunice about at arab st while we had a grand time on friday, camwhored, shisha-ed, chilled, yakked and gossiped.
pics are being too lazy to go upload and edit themselves yet.
ta, miho.
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